Apocalyptic Wasteland: Make the Refugees Great Again

"It is said that thousands of years ago, this wasteland had a very nice name, called Blue Star. At that time, there were four seasons in a year, technology was unprecedented, and resources were unimaginably rich. The ancients did not have to worry about survival at all! Even if the ancients wanted to eat, they didn't have to cook it themselves. They just took a rectangular cube, clicked it a few times, and a "small plane" would automatically deliver the meal to their door. …" Tong Shu stood far away, just listening, his eyes full of yearning for the life in the story. He licked his chapped lips and asked, "Mr. Zhang, will you still talk tomorrow?" Only the endless yellow sand responded to him.